Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)

Chapter 583 Someone was in the Room

She threw the robe directly at Jared, "This is something I bought online, it's a little too big for me to

wear, but it might be a bit small for you. It's only for one night, well..."

Jared took the robe, "Okay."

"Go take a shower and then hurry up and blow-dry your hair or you'll catch a cold later." Amber pointed

in the direction of the bathroom.

"I'll go then." Jared nodded his head, then took the robe and walked towards the bathroom.

After he left, Amber didn't stay in the living room either, but went to the kitchen, ready to make him a Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

cup of orange juice.

No matter what, for the sake of that crystal ball, she couldn't let him catch a cold.

Amber cut up the orange, turned on the juicer, and started to make orange juice.

When it was done, she returned to the living room with the orange juice.

Jared hadn't come out of the bathroom yet, so Amber put the orange juice on the coffee table, then sat

down and picked up the crystal ball again.

Stroking the crystal ball, Amber murmured with tears and laughter, "How silly. Going out on a snowy

night just to buy this. You're the only one, I'm afraid."

Amber then put the crystal ball back into the box, then walked into the room with the box, placed the

box on the nightstand, and opened the lid, revealing the crystal ball inside.

Immediately afterward, she put away the swan ornament that was originally on the nightstand.

Without the large swan ornament, there was only a small crystal ball, and the bedside table became

obviously monotonous and empty.

But Amber didn't think it was ugly, at this moment in her eyes, this crystal ball was better than all

ornaments.

At this point, there was a commotion from the living room outside the room.

Amber knew Jared had come out and hurried out of the room. When she saw Jared standing beside

the couch wearing her bathrobe and drying his hair, she couldn't help but cover her lips and laugh.

The robe was too small for him, and it was taut and comical.

But at the same time, the robe also has its advantages; at least it shows off Jared's good figure as well.

Jared, of course, knew what Amber was laughing at and raised his eyebrows, but he did not stop her.

After all, he did look a little funny at the moment.

So, if she wanted to laugh, let her laugh, as long as she felt happy.

But Amber didn't have to laugh for long before she stopped.

She still knew that everyone had self-esteem, sometimes it's okay to laugh twice, and it's disrespectful

to keep on laughing.

"Ahem." Amber coughed lightly against her lips, and then pointed to the orange juice on the coffee

table, "That's the one I made especially for you, drink it."

Jared realized there was a glass of orange juice on the table, a flash of surprise in his eyes, which

passed instantly, replaced by eyes full of tenderness, "Okay, I'll drink."

He dropped the towel on the arm of the couch, sat down on the couch, and then picked up the orange

juice and drank it.

After drinking, Amber tossed him another blow dryer, "You sit here and dry your hair while I make your

bed."

Jared dutifully did as she said, got up and walked across the room to the single couch, and sat down.

Amber came to the couch, reached under the couch, felt a lever, and pulled it out.

Then Jared saw that there was actually a layer under the couch that was pulled out by her, and after

lifting up, the layer was flush with the original couch cushions.

In this way, the couch became a single bed.

Jared raised his eyebrows and realized that the couch actually had this function.

"I'm going to get you the quilt." After Amber fastened the latch of the couch, she turned around and

went back to the room, and after a rummage in the closet, found two quilts and a pillow and spread

them on the couch.

"There, I'll leave the heating on at night; you won't get cold sleeping here." Looking at the finished

couch bed, Amber clapped her hands before turning to the man drying his hair.

The man took a look at the couch bed, his eyes flashed and he acknowledged her.

"Then I'll go back to rest, you drying your hair and go to bed early," Amber added.

Jared nodded slightly, "Go ahead, good night."

"Good night." Amber returned and lifted her feet towards her room.

When she returned to her room, she closed the door, lifted the covers, and got into bed, then took the

crystal ball from the bedside, shook it vigorously twice before putting it back in the box and turning off

the light to lie down.

After lying down, Amber turned her head to look at the crystal ball on the bed and found that the crystal

ball was actually glowing, so bright that she could clearly see the snowflakes floating inside.

Just now she was wondering if this crystal ball was luminous, after all, many crystal balls were

luminous.

She didn't expect to find that it was luminous.

Amber turned sideways, eyes staring at the crystal ball; the corners of her mouth slightly raised a smile.

She didn't know how long, she kept staring until the snowflakes in the crystal ball stopped fluttering and

settled at the bottom of the ball again, Amber also closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep.

Half an hour after she fell asleep, her bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, a tall figure appeared

in the doorway against the night light.

The figure did not stay, but walked directly into the room, after coming in, then gently closed the door,

the whole process, almost without making a sound.

The figure closed the door, and walked straight towards the bed. He stopped beside the empty half of

the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down. He stretched out his arm and held the waist of the woman on the

bed.

The figure is clearly Jared no doubt.

He had not been asleep outside, and he did it on purpose.

The woman he loved was a wall away from him, and he certainly didn't want to sleep alone.

So he waited outside until he thought it was time to come in.

Jared swept Amber up into his arms so that her back was almost completely against his chest.

He lifted his head and dropped a light kiss on her cheek before putting his head back on the pillow,

"Good night!"

He whispered another good night to the woman before closing his eyes and going to sleep contentedly.

The next morning, however, just after dawn, Jared opened his eyes and then went to see the woman in

his arms.

When he saw that the woman had not woken up, he gently removed his hand from her waist, then lifted

the covers again, gently got out of bed and gently left her room, went back to the living room on his

own couch-bed to lie down again, pretending as if nothing had happened, and went back to sleep.

But it could be that his loved one wasn't there, that Jared couldn't sleep, he closed his eyes and lay

down for a while, then sat up, took out his phone, and made a call.

"Who is it? Do you know it's early in the morning?" Ben sounded on the other end of the line, still

groggy and impatient.

Jared squinted his pretty eyes and said in a deep voice, "It's me, Jared Farrell."

"Jared Farrell?" Ben frowned. His first reaction was that the name sounded familiar.

And the next thing he know, he jerked up in bed and was wide awake. He grabbed the glasses on the

bedstand and put them on, "Mr. Farrell," he said with a fawning smile. "It's early. What can I do for

you?"

Damn, that's infuriating.

Jared used to call him in the middle of the night and told him to do this or that.

And now he's evolved too early in the morning, it's not even dawn.

Mr. Farrell was a true monster.

"Bring me a suit and breakfast at eight o'clock at Kelsington Bay," said Jared, glancing at his watch.

Ben was confused. "Kelsington Bay?"

Jared said, "Yes, don't be late."

Then he hung up the phone.